Heaven's Martial Fate

Chapter 45
Facts speak louder than words!

When Lin Shirong and Yan Zhendong tasted the medicinal soup prepared by Wu Dong himself, the distrust in their hearts disappeared immediately.

After drinking a bowl of hot soup, he soon lifted his spirits, and the exhaustion from working at the pier in the morning disappeared immediately.

Not only that, after drinking a bowl of hot and delicious soup, the two of them felt a rush of heat from their stomachs, making them feel warm and uncomfortable.

The most important thing is that the feeling of fatigue in the body also disappeared, as if I just got up and exercised, and my whole body was full of energy.

"This, this, the effect of this soup is surprisingly good!"

Reluctantly putting down the sea bowl, Lin Shirong said with surprise on his face: "I just don't know, how much does such a bowl cost?"

In his opinion, the price must not be lowered.

Yan Zhendong also had the same idea, and felt that Wu Dong was a little whimsical.

If it is sold in restaurants and restaurants, the business will be good.

"Let's see, the price ranges from three coppers to ten coppers!"

Wu Dong smiled slightly and gave an astonishingly low price.

"No way!" "It's so cheap!"

Lin Shirong and Yan Zhendong couldn't help exclaiming in unison, feeling quite incredible.

"That's the truth!"

Wu Dong didn't take it seriously, looked at Lin Shirong and said with a smile: "How about it, Brother Lin, would you like to borrow the booth and let me open it?"

"Okay, okay, if brother Wu sells this kind of soup, I will be happy!"

Although he still had doubts in his heart, Lin Shirong didn't care too much, and agreed directly.

After finishing speaking, he greeted the surrounding vegetable vendors, took the leftovers from selling pork, and strode away directly.

"Master Yan, let's start!"

When Lin Shirong disappeared from sight, Wu Dong greeted Yan Zhendong politely: "Whether we can make a living from this in the future depends on how the business is doing today!"

Of course, these words are exaggerated, but it is true that if the first shot is not fired for the first time, it will affect the business in the future.

Originally, he was going to spend money to ask for it on the street, but when he met Lin Shirong, he saved the money for asking for it.

Based on what this guy has shown before, his influence in the market, and his performance when he was eating soup just now, he has already attracted the attention of the surrounding vegetable vendors, and many passers-by who are buying vegetables have come to be interested.

It is estimated that as long as the price is not too expensive, they are all willing to taste it.

This is indeed the case. When the medicinal soup stall created by Wu Dong was set up next to Lin Shirong's pork stall, the business began to come in an endless stream.

The price of a bowl of three to ten copper coins is not too painful for coolies on the docks and vegetable vendors in the market.

The point is, Wu Dong's stall took advantage of Lin Shirong's influence, and there were many people who joined him.

Once someone starts and feels the obvious effect, word of mouth will spread immediately, and it will be difficult to think about business.

In the cold and humid weather, it is quite comfortable to drink a bowl of hot and delicious soup outside.

Whether it is a coolie on the dock or a vegetable vendor in the market, which one is not cold and tired by the cold wind?
Not to mention that the decoction also has the effect of restoring physical and mental fatigue, which is too friendly for the coolies on the dock.

But in a short period of time, hundreds of bowls of soup and medicine stalls were sold, and Yan Zhendong, who was in charge of collecting money, was very enthusiastic about making money too fast.

"Little brother, what is your relationship with Pork Rong?"

Some vegetable vendors and port coolies asked curiously while drinking soup: "I can borrow his stall!"

"Haha, good friends!"

Wu Dong patted Yan Zhendong's solid arm while making soup and putting it into a bowl, and said with a smile: "See, Master Yan is a very powerful martial artist. When I visited Master Huang in Baozhilin before the Chinese New Year, I met Zhu Rourong of!"

"Master Yan is amazing!"

When the diners around heard this, they immediately stood in awe.

It's not a big deal to visit Huang Feihong in Baozhilin. If they want to go, they probably can meet people.

However, to be able to visit Huang Feihong as a martial artist is a great thing.

Who doesn't know how powerful Huang Feihong is, he is a well-known martial artist in Guangdong Province.

Just looking at Lin Shirong's polite attitude before, one can know that Master Yan's strength is not simple.

What is pulling the tiger's skin to pull the banner, this is it...

If possible, Wu Dong naturally didn't want to do this, but since he bumped into him, he wouldn't be polite.

No, for the sake of the heavy copper coins, Yan Zhendong didn't say anything, but instead had a happy smile on his face?
The business was surprisingly good. I boiled ten pots of medicinal soup in a row and sold all of them. It was noon before I took the initiative to close the stall.

After saying hello to the vegetable vendors he had just met, Wu Dong called his younger brother who came to help to pack up the things, and Yan Zhendong returned to the temporary residence together with the heavy bag of copper coins.

wow...

More than [-] copper plates were scattered, and the scene was quite shocking.

At least, the eyes of Yan Zhendong and a group of younger brothers are a little straight at this time.

It's not that more than 500 coppers are so great, the key is that it's half a morning's harvest, which is amazing.

If the cost is not high, the profit will be considerable.

Ignoring the little beggars cheering for the copper coins, Yan Zhendong quickly regained his composure, looked at Wu Dong and asked directly, "Ah Dong, how much did the ten pots of medicinal soup cost?"

Hearing this, a group of little beggars happily picking up copper coins subconsciously held their breath and looked over in unison.

"About a hundred or so, not more than a hundred or two!"

With a slight smile, Wu Dong said leisurely: "Do the math and see how much you can harvest in the middle of the morning. We will mainly rely on this for a while in the future!"

It's not that there are other means of making money, with Wu Dong's knowledge, there are many.

The key point is that Wu Dong and his younger brothers are newcomers, and they don't have much capital. Even if there is a way to make a lot of money, they can't easily get it out.

Do you really think that the gentry, the bully, and the government are vegetarians?

On the premise that he has not established a firm foothold, has certain contacts, and can protect his own property, Wu Dong will not be too conspicuous.

Besides, the time is too short for him to think of a better way to make money than selling soup and medicine.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the local situation was turbulent, and there were not too many ghosts and snakes from all walks of life, as well as blatant robbery methods such as Lika, which led to high business costs.

Coupled with the spread of foreign influence, the business environment here in Foshan is not particularly friendly to Wu Dong.

Going to the river port wharf to sell soup and medicine was also what he had planned to make money when he was still nesting in the ruined temple.

The target customers I thought about at the time were the young coolies on the pier. These guys always have some spare money on hand...

(End of this chapter)